Author Archives: sputterpub

I used to make a promise every day, by self-control to limit what I eat, but 50 years have shown me that’s no way to modify my pattern. Words are neat and vows are packed with powerful intent, but stating … Continue reading →

So early did I go to bed last night that I arose before the dog today. I tried to lift my feet to proper height when walking Shelby to her morning play, but I, still suffering from weariness, and feeling … Continue reading →

I well remember how I boiled then. The passion for experience, the thirst for self-expression: I recall again the pressure of the future and the first occasions when I got to make a choice. The boys were anxious turning into … Continue reading →

My mother says she never died before, although she watched my dad and others end. She runs to doctors clamoring for more advice and medications to extend a life she’s finding tiresome and sad. “I want to get this diagnosed … Continue reading →

This television, almost new and made by those who ought to best know how it’s done, should not have gone to green, to strobe, to fade, to turn its picture off when it’s begun. I watched it when it first … Continue reading →

A different life is just a choice away, a corridor a whisper wide to cross, a path uncharted leading from today to unexplored conditions that may toss tomorrows like a salad, mercury released in silver twining rivulets. If I do … Continue reading →